He's improving his aim

Potty training a boy is a completely foreign thing to me.  I'm sure it has something to do with the fact that I don't pee standing up, but that's beside the point.  He's been in underwear for a little over a month now and it's gone much more successfully than it did last summer when we tried it.  I'm sure it helps that he's older and his buddies at school are also in the middle of potty training.

 

Little Man has gotten to where he doesn't want me anywhere near him when he's in the bathroom.  He yells at me to "get out" whenever I try to go in there with him, so I just stand by the door, usually, to make sure he's actually going.  The last time I did that, I heard him going, but it didn't sound like anything was hitting the water in the toilet.  Let's just say his aim was a little off.  Maybe we need to throw cheerios in the toilet again, for target practice.

 

I'm sure it's payback for me laughing at a friend of mine whose son was training last year.  He had a tendency to "mark his territory" whenever he was going to the bathroom - even at our house.  Needless to say, I keep the bathroom pretty clean out of necessity since Little Man is still working to improve his aim.  Which is ironic since I don't like to clean.

 

But just the other day, I didn't stay by the door.  He has closed it so he could have his privacy and I was sitting on the couch playing solitaire.  I heard the toilet flush, he stepped out, closed the door loudly behind him and pronounced to the world "I'm a BIG boy!"

 

I laughed.

 

So it goes, so it goes.